Patti Morelli
Author Poet
The evening was nice
He held me all through the night
In the morning as I awoke
To see this man fast asleep by my side
I reached for a cigarette to find I had none
I reached across to smoke one of his
I puffed deeply exhaled the smoke
Whispered a long sigh
Yes this cigarette was fulfilling my urge
Yet so much was amiss
It was not the flavor or aroma I craved
I look over at the man and sorry to say
Last night we may have fulfilled each others needs
But as with my cigarette
I knew he was not what I craved